Fire Monster

Chapter 355 Immortal Blood
Zhao Guanshan couldn't describe his feelings at the moment.

It's like entering the 480K zone from 8P.

The feeling of being able to see every detail, even the smallest hair, is probably just like this.

So one can imagine how bad the lies told in the Taoist temples about the spiritual world are.

He had been to the spirit world many times before and had seen many Skull Mountains, but the Skull Mountains at that time looked so rough and pale, without even a texture.

And now, he actually found blood still flowing in the rocks of Skull Mountain.

The blood was so bright red.

"Could it be that the immortal who turned into this Skull Mountain is still alive?"

A bold idea popped up in Zhao Guanshan's mind, but he immediately rejected it.

He must be dead, but as an immortal, his body must be a supreme treasure. It is basic that it will not decay or rot. Any piece of it can be made into Tang Monk's meat.

So why bother to fight our way in? I can mine from the outside.

Zhao Guanshan did what he said and had no psychological barriers. He grabbed a piece of rock, pulled out the +11 purple fire dagger, and started chiseling carefully.

The rock was still as hard as ever, and the ashes that had been chiseled out were floating around, more graceful and agile than before.

However, the cost-effectiveness is very poor. The ground ash is not enough to compensate for the loss of the Purple Fire Dagger. However, this time Zhao Guanshan is staring at the flowing blood in the rocks, which is very likely the blood of immortals.

He instinctively felt that that thing was the most precious.

It’s a pity that I missed it so many times in the past.

It took Zhao Guanshan about half an hour to chisel a small hole in the rock and successfully draw out the blood flowing inside.

As a result, the next second, the blood evaporated and dissipated. Even though Zhao Guanshan reacted quickly and opened his mouth to catch it, it was useless. The blood of the immortal could not be carried by a spiritual body.

Grass!
And before it was chiseled open, it looked like there was a lot of blood inside, but in fact there was only a small drop.

And if one piece is missing, there will be no more rock in the nearby rock area of ​​dozens of square meters.

Zhao Guanshan was very upset. The opportunity that had come right before his eyes flew away.

There was no other way, so he decisively returned to his physical body, returned his soul to his body, crawled out from the ground, and continued to crawl towards Skull Mountain.

That's right, it's creeping.

And every once in a while, he would use the trick of dragging the corpse forward.

To be precise, once he discovered a patrolling spirit demon passing by and was about to enter the opponent's reconnaissance field of view, he would immediately use his soul to leave his body and use the large shield of spirit ash to block his physical body.

There is no doubt that this Skull Mountain does not protect against spiritual bodies, but its protection against physical bodies is like a dragnet.

This time, Zhao Guanshan spent three full days, racking his brains and using every possible means, and relying on the effect of reducing hatred brought by the Super Forgotten Rune, he successfully brought his body to the foot of Skull Mountain.

Who could have imagined that within a distance of less than fifty miles, there were dozens of early warning and interception measures aimed at the physical body.

But we can only hide at the foot of the mountain and it is impossible to go any further.

But the rocks here do not have that kind of blood.

Before, he used the method of spiritual body to find the drop of immortal blood halfway up the mountain, but he wasted it in vain.

"It's a pity that even a +11 Purple Fire Spirit Soldier can't chisel through the rocks, otherwise I could have dug a cave in."

Zhao Guanshan smiled bitterly in his heart, but then he had an idea. If the Purple Fire Spirit Weapon doesn’t work, why not try other means?
At that moment, he curled up in the crevice at the foot of the mountain and carefully took out a small dagger, less than ten centimeters in size, from the package behind him.

The reason why it was made so small was not to facilitate carrying, but because it was made of high-quality materials produced by the impact of high-pressure spiritual energy in the eighth-level spirit supply tower built into the Lihuo Immortal statue over the past ten years. The quality of the material is almost up to the 3080th level of Destiny.

Unfortunately, he only managed to get such a small amount of materials, and finally made a dagger, a gun head, and a short sword.

Now, we have to see whether the high-level materials in reality can be effective?
At this time, Zhao Guanshan held the dagger and tapped the rock lightly, but there was no effect of cutting hair or iron like mud, only a little ash fell.

When he applied more force, a mark half a centimeter deep was immediately formed.

My goodness, he has gone astray.

The Purple Fire Spirit Soldier is indeed powerful, but it is used in the wrong place.

Zhao Guanshan suppressed his ecstasy and began to dig along the cracks in the rocks. The spiritual ash he dug out was used to strengthen the spiritual weapons, which did not delay either. This efficiency was at least ten times that of the Purple Fire Spiritual Weapon.

I see! I see!
Zhao Guanshan did not dare to be too reckless while digging forward. He only dug an inconspicuous small hole with a diameter of ten centimeters. Then he circulated his innate pure yang energy, contracted his body, and squirmed into it.

It feels very weird.

After drilling inward for more than ten feet, he gradually expanded the space, and occasionally had to use his spirit to leave his body to determine his direction, until he successfully touched the second drop of immortal blood.

This time, Zhao Guanshan has summed up his experience and lessons, and he dared not be careless at all and made mental preparations.

After all, he was afraid of being eaten to death.

However, he did not notice any evil aura from the drop of immortal blood just now, especially the fact that it dissipated on its own after it flowed out. These are the characteristics of a treasure.

Well, just for the precious ashes, he was willing to take the risk.

Didn't he abandon the statue of the Lihuo Immortal and start a stove again just to give it a try?
Having made the decision, Zhao Guanshan used the purple fire spirit weapon to pierce the last barrier of the immortal blood just in case, then quickly returned to his body, opened his mouth, and drank!

He didn't feel anything, because the drop of immortal blood naturally dissipated after entering his mouth.

But in the end, he couldn't escape his physical body. In a sense, the physical body is really an excellent container.

Uh, no.

Zhao Guanshan suddenly frowned, and felt that the power after the immortal blood dissipated was taking shape and expanding outward.

A sharp pain was coming from all over his body, just like dozens of awls thrown into a sack.

It has to be pierced.

Grass,
The immortal's blood was indeed non-toxic, but it was too pure. It seemed that even his Pure Yang body, which had been tempered to the thirty-sixth level, could not contain it.

Zhao Guanshan groaned in his heart, but he really couldn't bear to do it, so he gritted his teeth and immediately used all his strength to circulate the innate pure yang energy, hoping to retain a little bit of the immortal blood in this way.

In a short period of time, Zhao Guanshan's pure yang body was pierced, and the power dissipated by the immortal blood was dissipating, which was unavoidable.

But about one tenth of the strength was still restrained and entangled by his high-speed innate pure Yang energy, and was gradually absorbed and refined. It was about to become Zhao Guanshan's own strength, but at this moment, this strength suddenly broke free from the control of the innate pure Yang energy, but did not escape, but soared into the sky and went straight to the top of his head!

Zhao Guanshan almost fainted.

When his consciousness became clear again, he found that his perception had increased again. He heard snoring, snoring, faint thunder-like snoring coming from inside Skull Mountain, making the entire huge Skull Mountain seem to tremble.

His eyes could no longer see anything, only the deep red blood color was spreading and covering.

Everything within his sensing range was blood-red, like a shroud, wrapping him tightly.

He began to hear whispers in his ears, as if many people were secretly observing and talking about him.

At first, Zhao Guanshan thought that the immortal blood was too evil and ominous, so much so that he began to have hallucinations, but he soon realized that it was not that simple.

Because the feeling of discomfort disappeared quickly, he remained sober enough and was able to make very rational and objective understanding of the outside world and himself.

Even the layer of blood seemed to have become a part of his perception, extending outwards madly like tentacles, so that he soon "saw" the situation inside Skull Mountain in this way.

A large number of demons, the evil spirit commander in the central demon tower, and a strange giant tied up with huge chains.

This troop configuration looks familiar.

In addition, he actually saw some demon miners engaged in excavation work.

They held the tools in their hands and wielded them skillfully to mine. If it weren't for their terrifying appearance, they would be almost indistinguishable from humans.

That's right, they are mining this Skull Mountain, and they also have a strange container that can hold the precious blood of immortals.

Therefore, this is not the territory of the evil spirit, it is clearly a mine.

It was also at this moment that a flash of lightning suddenly struck Zhao Guanshan's mind, and he came up with a bold idea.

Could it be that these so-called demon spirits, the so-called evil spirit generals, and those demon spirit miners who mine ore are all humans in the world of immortal cultivation?
The female fairy had said before that the Devil Fire Abyss was indeed terrifying, but because of the disorder in the Heavenly Fire, even the fallen immortals would find it difficult to interfere too much.

So those Taoist temples may seem to be cultivated, but in fact they are already good pure lands.

As for the places that were not ravaged by the devil's fire, they must have already become the paradise of fallen immortals.

(End of this chapter)